Chapter Thirty-three


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    Yeah? What do you want me to do about it, huh? Krissy huffed mentally, panting as she was almost running, trying not to lose sight of the single elf ranger we could still see a dozen paces in front of us.


    We can just stand back and let them do the work. Krissy suggested.


    So … if we do what Wensah wants, then the spiritualists will try to kill us, and if we don’t, then the bitch will? Is that what’ you’re saying? She demanded, her thoughts carrying a distinctly angry undertone.


    That’s just great. Am I the only one thinking this stupid god of yours brought us here to die? She said, even angrier.


    I didn’t have a choice, you stupid pile of tentacles! So what do we do? She sent her growly thoughts to me.


    Go … with the flow? Do you think one of those spiritualists would be willing to swap familiars with me?


    Good!


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